The middle-aged man nodded upon hearing this and said, "A king dies for his state; on this point, he is stronger than those spineless ones. Tell me, does he have any last words?"
The Old Eunuch's eyes reddened as he spoke loudly, "His Majesty decreed that all the sins of the world lie with me alone, and that the common people should not be harmed."
Having said that, he drew his sword and killed himself, his blood spurting like a fountain and staining the grand hall red.
Everyone was stunned by the Old Eunuch's resolute act, and the middle-aged man looked down at the body of the Old Eunuch and Lu Yuan's severed head beside it, his face flashing with complex emotions. He was no longer the simple village rebel from the beginning, having gone through so much, he had gained enough insight.
